Defiant Heir (The Heirs #3) - Michelle Heard Page 0,68
opening the curtains, I look at the sunny day awaiting us. Turning back to the bed, I say, “Time to get up. I’m starving.”
“Yeah, let me feed my woman,” Kao teases as he throws the covers back.
I pull on a red long sleeve shirt and a pair of black pants, opting for boots instead of my usual heels, just in case Kao wants to go for a walk after breakfast.
When I walk into the bathroom, and I see Kao squirting toothpaste on the toothbrush, my eyes widen. “Can you see what you’re doing?”
Kao pauses, and then realization flashes over his face. “Shit, I can see it.”
“Oh, my God!” I let out a happy shriek and rush to hug him from behind. “We have to celebrate.”
Kao drops the toothbrush and toothpaste in the sink, and he spins around, a shocked expression on his face. “Fallon, I can see red.”
Seeing the relief and amazement on Kao’s face makes tears jump to my eyes.
Lifting myself on my tiptoes, I press a kiss to his mouth. “It’s only a matter of time now before you’ll see clearly again.”
A burst of laughter explodes over Kao’s lips, and wrapping his arms around me, he lifts me against his body and hugs the crap out of me. I wrap my arms around his neck, and thankful tears escape my eyes.
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Holy shit. I can’t describe how I feel right now. I want to laugh and cry. I want to shout my relief to the heavens and fall to my knees with absolute gratefulness.
I cling to Fallon, and when I manage to regain control over my emotions, I set her down on her feet and then push her back so I can look at her top again.
“Red is officially my favorite color,” I chuckle.
“Thankfully, I have a couple of red items I can wear for you,” Fallon teases me. She hugs me again. “Now, this weekend is perfect.”
We brush our teeth like an old married couple while grinning at each other in the mirror’s reflection.
The thought gets stuck in my mind.
I want to marry Fallon. I don’t want to spend a day apart from her.
“What?” Fallon mumbles around her toothbrush.
I rinse my mouth out, then say, “I’m just happy.”
As soon as we’re ready, I take Fallon’s hand and weave my fingers with hers. We leave the villa and leisurely make our way over to the restaurant. Fallon picks a table that looks out over a pond. She grabs a menu and begins to read the dishes to me, making my lips curve up.
“Pancakes,” I blurt out before she reads the whole list of food to me.
“Hmm, and bacon,” she adds. She places our orders and also asks for two cappuccinos and freshly squeezed orange juice.
When the waiter leaves, Fallon grins at me. “I love this place. Thank you for bringing me.”
Smiling, I say, “We should make time to come here at least once a year.”
“That would be awesome,” she agrees. “We can make it our New Years' getaway.”
“I like the sound of that.”
We don’t have to wait long for our food, and my tastebuds are in heaven from how fluffy and full of flavor the pancakes are.
I cut off a piece and feed Fallon, then I watch as she lets out an orgasmic-worthy groan. “So good.”
“You have no idea,” I mumble under my breath.
After breakfast, we walk in a random direction. We don’t take in much of the immaculate grounds because we’re too busy stealing smiles from each other.
“What does your dream house look like?” I ask as we follow a path.
“As long as it’s big enough for you, me, two kids, and a couple of dogs, I’ll be happy.”
“Only two?” I ask, pretending to be shocked.
“Yeah, unless you plan on giving birth,” she sasses me.
“I’m good with two.” My quick reply draws a chuckle from her.
“I’d like something we can fix up. A house we can make our own. I guess I’ll only know once I see it,” Fallon explains. “I also want a sunroom like my Aunt Jamie has. It’s the perfect room to curl up with a book.”
“And huge bay windows for light to come in,” I begin to weave my dream with hers.
Fallon grips my hand tightly, and there’s excitement in her voice as she says, “Yes, and I really like white furniture, like in the villa.”
“And wooden beams over the ceiling,” I add.
“God, now I want to go house shopping,” Fallon says, her excitement coming off her in waves.